Rain does something to my brain chemistry and I’m not going to pretend otherwise. The second the sky goes grey I’m on my couch with my phone face-up refreshing nothing and waiting on a text I wanted and wasn’t going to admit it. I’ll pour something mellow and watch the window blur. Every unresolved feeling I’ve been managing just fine all week shows up like it owns the place. Alyssa Caroline’s “It’s Raining” found me during one of those afternoons and honestly she had no right to be this accurate. The production is moody and just a little electric with a seductive undercurrent that sneaks up on you before you realize you’re completely in it. She’s writing about the ache of wanting someone you can’t get a read on – that impossible uncertainty that keeps you checking your phone at 2pm on a Tuesday. And she made it sound gorgeous.
The song opens with “It’s raining it’s pouring / The old man is snoring again” and look, the childhood rhyme hook could have been precious or annoying. It’s neither. Alyssa uses it as a frame, this nursery-rhyme wrapper around something that’s actually a little desperate. Then she goes straight into “And I sit inside this lonely room / Wishing I was anywhere else with you / Do you wish it too?” and that landing is everything. One second you’re a kid in the rain. The next you’re an adult in an empty room missing someone who might not be missing you back. The production gives you space to sit in that gap. Quiet and fucking beautiful.
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” Now the clouds are grey / And the windows closed / I spend all my day checking on my phone for you / Do you check yours too? “ Damn I felt that shit. I mean, the way she keeps ending on that open question, wishing and checking and wondering if he’s doing the same, is where all the tension lives. She’s genuinely wondering, and the uncertainty of it is so much sexier than any answer she could get.
Here’s where Alyssa goes from wistful to complicated. ” You’re too good to be the.. / Kind of right I need / I could push away but… / You don’t wanna leave / So won’t you dance with me? “ She knows he’s wrong for her in the specific way that doesn’t feel wrong at all. He’s too good at being almost right. She’s not pushing him away because why the hell would she. He doesn’t want to leave. So instead she asks him to dance. That invitation is genuinely seductive. She’s choosing the slow burn over the answer, and I am completely on her side.
Alyssa Caroline writes music that sounds like she meant every single word which is rare and worth saying out loud. She’s a songwriter and instrumentalist who blends infectious pop melodies with lyrics that are almost uncomfortably honest – reaching into the emotional spaces most people keep locked. And listen her ability to write raw vulnerability without it getting messy or overwrought is a whole skill. “It’s Raining” makes that case clearly.
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“I toss and I turn but I still haven’t learned my lesson / And my momma warned to watch out for you / Cause I fell too hard and they say love is cruel / Do you think that too?” That line right there. Someone in your life told you he was trouble, told you to watch yourself, and you filed that warning away and fell anyway. The “Do you think that too?” is killing me. She’s asking him if love is cruel. She wants him to feel what she feels. That’s vulnerable and a little dangerous and she knows it. The momma warning lands painfully specific because we’ve all gotten that warning and ignored it with our whole ass.
“Do I make too much of the little smiles / Do the things you say keep me in denial / of the truth? / Do I love you?” Pause. She just ends it there, three words, and the whole thing hangs open. She doesn’t know yet. That’s the most honest thing a love song can do and Alyssa did it with complete calm.
The song closes by returning to the rhyme: “He went to bed / And bumped his head / And couldn’t get up in the morning / Mostly cloudy today.” The old man bumped his head. Couldn’t get up. Mostly cloudy. Nothing resolved. She’s still in the grey. I ended up texting him that afternoon, for the record. I’m not telling you what I said. But Alyssa gets it, the way rain pulls honesty out of you whether you’re ready for it or not. Some days the clouds just stay. Might as well dance.
